“I was drowning in guilt, and I didn’t know how to face you. You were hurting so much, and it was all because of me.” Wren reared back as if I’d struck her. “You didn’t shoot me.” “I was late.” The words were barely audible as if dragged from my throat by sheer force of will alone. “I told you I’d be there. Promised you I wouldn’t be late.” “You were always late.”
